A Mother’s Counsel to Her Son

Sorrowed at the conduct of her son, who gave no ear to her advice, a woman brought to him the cradle in which he once slept and said: “O weak in love and forgetful of the past! Were you not a weeping and helpless child, for whom I sacrificed my sleep many a night!?

You did not have the strength then which you have today. You could not ward off the flies from your body. A tiny insect would give you pain.

Today you strut amongst the strong. In the grave you will be again unable to repel the onslaughts of an ant. How, when the grave-worms eat the marrow of your brain, will you be able to rekindle the light of intellect?

You are like a blind man unable to see the way and who knows not that a ditch lies in his path.

If you are grateful for your sight, then well and good. If not, then surely you are blind!

Your teacher did not give you the power of wisdom; it was implanted in your nature by Allah. Had He withheld this gift from you, truth would have appeared to you to be falsehood.”

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